May 27
does a voice ruin the wind?
I worry about the words I will say, forgetting that silence is charged with meaning,
and is easy to share with you.
I worry about the words I will say, forgetting that silence is charged with meaning,
and is easy to share with you.
hollow things become whole in the sunlight
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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